LONE DOG

I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;

I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;

I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;

I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.

I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,

A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,

Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,

But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.

Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,

Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.

O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,

Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!

_Richard Aldington_

Richard Aldington was born in England in 1892, and educated at Dover

College and London University. His first poems were published in

England in 1909; _Images Old and New_ appeared in 1915. Aldington and

"H. D." (Hilda Doolittle, his American wife) are conceded to be two of

the foremost imagist poets; their sensitive, firm and clean-cut lines

put to shame their scores of imitators. Aldington's _War and Love_

(1918), from which "Prelude" is taken, is somewhat more regular in

pattern; the poems in this latter volume are less consciously artistic

but warmer and more humanly searching.

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